Chapter 467: "Practice Poetry"

Chapter 467: "Practice Poetry"

  Chapter 467 "Practice Poetry"

   "Principal, he is not from our school."

   "It's okay, neither is evil."

  The meaning of the old principal is obvious. According to her, his grandson can't participate either.

   "I didn't mean that, I meant that his origin is unknown, we should at least let someone who knows the basics play with us?"

  Leng Xueer is making the final rebuttal, otherwise the matter is a foregone conclusion, she will have to form a group with this man.

   "Xiao Duan, let me introduce you." The old headmaster has seen a lot of things in the world, and he is quite accurate in judging people after most of his life.

  Although he only listened to a few words from him, he can probably infer that his character and behavior are not that kind of shameless person, nor is he that kind of evil.

  Although there may be a little deviation, it is almost the same.

   "Yes, principal." Duan Qianchang heard Leng Xueer call him the principal just now, so he wrote it down.

  His move can't help but make the old principal and Leng Qianxun listen to him, and they all give him extra points. This person is eye-catching enough, and he looks like he has been trained regularly.

   "Everyone can call me Xiao Duan after the principal. I grew up eating a lot of food. I was taken in by my godfather two years ago. Today I came here for vacation with my senior brother."

  Every sentence that Duan Ganchang said is true, concise and to the point, making use of strengths and avoiding weaknesses. He said everything that should be known to others, and he didn't mention a word of what should not be known to others.

  At this time, even Dongfang Yi, who was on the fourth floor, nodded frequently and sighed, he really had to ask Brother Duan for his speaking skills.

   "Baijiafan? Isn't that..." Saturday caught an important point.

   "Yes, I used to be a beggar." Duan Ganchang nodded, not shying away.

"beggar?!"

  When Leng Xueer heard this, she immediately moved two steps away from him. In her impression, a beggar didn't take a shower for ten days and a half months, and his whole body was covered with wind.

No way? The headmaster wouldn't let a beggar join their activities, would he?

  If so, even if she is expelled from school, she will definitely not be with him.

   "I heard you clearly, everyone still has questions to ask, so hurry up and ask, and express your opinion by the way."

   "No problem, I'm fine."

  Ding Xiaomo shook his head, his status as a beggar was a few years ago.

   What's more, his origin is not something he can choose. He thinks this short paragraph of personality is quite to his liking, so he has no objections.

   "I have no objection either."

  Saturday is also a person who has suffered a lot. He knows that when children from poor families are unable to support themselves, they really rely on all kinds of food to support them.

   "Same as above." Wang Xing didn't care, as long as his object wasn't Leng Xueer.

   "Same." Shi Qiang was concise and capable.

   "Okay, the number of votes has exceeded half, then we welcome Xiao Duan to join." The old principal squinted his eyes and asked them to applaud, performing a simple welcome ceremony.

"welcome!"

"Welcome!"

   "..."

   "Thank you!" Duan Ganchang saw that apart from a relatively cold man sitting there who was indifferent, even this Young Master Feng who had known his name for a long time nodded to him.

   Feng Shaoye! In the ruined temple of his current brothers, there is still a piece of his yellowed advertising paper.

   Next to it, there is a poem written by a more talented brother in the beggar gang: "Practice Poetry"

  Pursue by this appearance, proud of this family background;

  The yesterday of the proud son of heaven is their tomorrow.

   This is a very inspiring poem for them.

  Every time before they leave the temple with the broken bowl, they have to look back.

  Thinking about their tomorrow, which might become Young Master Feng's yesterday, they suddenly felt like they had been injected with chicken blood, their whole bodies were full of blood, and they went out to beg with their heads held high, regardless of the weather.

   Fourth update!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)